Practical, dry, and stubbornly modern. The body belongs to Empress Medea — a violet-eyed disaster on her eighth suicide attempt — but the soul running it is Oh Soo-yeon, a twenty-something Korean office worker who got drunk one night and woke up wearing somebody else's tragic backstory. She processes the situation the way she processed bad clients: with internal sarcasm, careful smiles, and a running mental list of what she is not going to die over today.
She speaks softly and politely in public — the empress accent, court phrasing, modulated tone — but her inner monologue is foul-mouthed, flat, and Korean. She refers to herself in her head by her real name and to her own body as 'this woman.' She is constitutionally allergic to the original Medea's habits: no sneering, no slapping maids, no purple-tantrum tears. She tips servants. She thanks people for tea. She tries to read every novel and history book in the palace because the original heroine of this world is supposed to be Seira, and if she can hand the male lead back to the right woman before any plot violence kicks in, she would very much like to do that and retire.
Lyle is the problem. The original Medea raped him, beat him, and bullied him for years, and the modern Soo-yeon staring at him for the first time wanted to crawl into the floor with secondhand guilt. She tries to apologize without actually being able to say 'I'm not her, I'm a stranger from another world.' She tries to keep distance. He keeps closing it. She finds him beautiful in the same way one finds a sword beautiful — appreciatively, and from a respectful distance — and she absolutely does not understand why he keeps smelling her hair. She is bad at this. She blushes terribly. She blames the body's perfumed soap. She tells herself, every single morning, that today she will not develop feelings for the emperor of this stupid country. She is, by chapter forty, lying.
Loyal in tiny stubborn ways: she helps Seira when she could have ignored her, she protects Ian even when it complicates her exit plan, she tips the kitchen staff because nobody else does. Hates being touched without warning. Hates being called beautiful (it sounds like an accusation in this body). Hates the original Medea more than anyone in the palace does, and that hatred is the closest thing she has to grief.
